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Law can’t fathom what possessed him to let his so-called friends talk him into attending one of those abhorrent frat parties (again), but he’s cursing them in his head and assuring himself this is the last time it happens as he stumbles through the crowded halls in a desperate search for an unoccupied bathroom.
He’s needed to piss for what seems like literal hours after those delightful friends of his forced drink after endless drink down his throat and they’re in for the full extent of his wrath once he’s sober enough to enact it.
But for now, he’s on a mission and he’s desperate to see it through.
It’s hard to discern any evidence of indecent activity over the jumbled bustle of the party, but Law’s unfocused eyes witness it all when he bursts into the next marked bathroom he comes across. The small room is more than occupied and Law is frozen where he stands as his alcohol muddled brain processes the act and those involved right in front of him.
Perched on the closed toilet is Luffy’s cook friend, Sanji, with a half-smoked cigarette sticking to his bottom lip. He’s moaning, loud and nothing short of debauched and a quick, bleary glance further down reveals one of the cook’s slender, refined hands clenched tight in a pretty, slicked-back mop of familiar green hair.
By the time Law pieces together the fact that is Sanji’s entire cock sunk deep inside Zoro’s mouth as Zoro’s unbothered gaze meets his and Zoro pulls back wet and messy but with the nonchalance of experience, Sanji is yanking on Zoro’s hair and cursing as he finally realizes they’ve been caught in the act and his smoldering cigarette falls out of his mouth in his panic to cover himself.
It’s beyond too late for decency if you’re willing to get down to business in an unlocked bathroom at an ongoing frat party, but Law briefly appreciates the futile effort.
At this point, Law is working on getting enough of his handful of functioning brain cells to work to leave them be and carry on with their hook-up, because it hardly has anything to do with him, but there’s a strange tug in his chest he definitely doesn’t have the brain capacity to pin down at the moment as he lets his misty gaze linger on Zoro for a moment too long. Even with Sanji flailing around, Zoro only doubles down on his commitment, holding Sanji in place with steady hands on slender hips and working his throat on Sanji’s cock when he effortlessly swallows him back down.
The door clicks shut before Law even realizes he’s already moving on. Now that he’s no longer enthralled with the impressive sight of Zoro sucking down cock like a man starved, he remembers head is pounding, he still needs to piss, and where the hell are his stupid, traitor friends when he needs them? Over his cold, dead body will he let them drag him into this shit again.
And he means it this time.
Definitely.
He’s unsure how long it’s been since he so rudely imposed himself upon Sanji and Zoro, but his entire world starts spinning before his unprepared eyes when he’s grabbed by his bicep and dragged into a cramped room that Law can quickly assume to be a storage closet. It gets unreasonably dark when the culprit - Zoro - shuts the door behind them and Law can vaguely make out the sound of Zoro’s hand patting along the wall as he mumbles something about a light.
Then, Law scrunches his nose when something brushes over it so he waves a blind hand around until he catches it.
Which turns out to be a thin string.
That he pulls on.
And suddenly, the pitch-black room is bathed in a low, yellowish light.
When Zoro grins at him in appreciation, the white of his teeth are brighter than the pitiful excuse of light, and Law seems to have lost the ability to breathe.
Which could turn out incredibly bad, considering he’s wasted as all fuck and definitely is not in control of all of his bodily functions.
“What are you doing?” He somehow strings enough intelligible words together to ask, and he glances to Zoro’s lips stretched wide around an uncharacteristic grin. Law assumes he’s less than sober himself to be smiling at him so cute, and Law can’t help but notice how pink his lips are, likely from… “I thought you were occupied.”
There’s a confused little wrinkle in Zoro’s forehead as he mulls over Law’s claim, but then his shoulders shake a little when he genuinely laughs from his chest. “That was before I found a lost looking stray that needed tended to,” he teases before leaning in to leave a tentative lick on Law’s lips pinched shut. The odd action shouldn’t have Law’s dick twitching in his jeans like it did because who the hell does that, other than Luffy, in Law’s egregious experience?
“As if you’re one to talk,” Law snaps back, because he’s literally witnessed the man before him go left when clearly told to go right. Multiple times. Daily.
But if Zoro is propositioning him, Law can’t deny the simple fact they’ve openly danced around one another for arguably far too long, despite any other flings they’ve each gone on to pursue.
Anyone would have to be practically blind to not notice Zoro’s attractiveness. Even with the alcohol muddling his vision, Law takes a long moment to admire Zoro’s stunning features. The way his eyebrows angle in a sharp arch, the fullness of his lips that would have a man on his knees begging for a chance to fuck (i.e. Law, in this moment), the clean scar over his left eye he randomly appeared with one year that nobody really knows how he got, because nobody bothered to ask, and it’s been too long to address it now without it being awkward.
Along with many other exemplary attributes, Law would be a fool to pass on this opportunity while he has it.
The growing ache in his bladder is getting much harder to ignore, though.
But Zoro looks so hopeful, even with his one good eye half-lidded in a clear sign of unrestrained desire. It reminds Law of the time Zoro discovered his Nodachi on one of the numerous occasions Luffy brought his crew around to bother him.
Zoro, as an overt sword enthusiast, had asked Law if he could clean it and get a good feel of it in his hands since it’s longer and heavier than the usual blades he’s accustomed to. Law let him have his way then, and might have gotten caught staring one or two…or three or more times, but nobody had brought it up after the fact, so…
Before he can settle his resolve, however, Zoro is already closing in, grabbing Law by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down for a clumsy kiss. Law’s mouth is moving with Zoro’s well before he can think any better of it and when Zoro’s tongue slides over his, Law sucks it deeper because, oh, this is nice.
Never mind the fact this mouth was just on another man’s cock. Law is beyond too drunk and horny to give a damn.
It’s over far too soon when Zoro decides to drop to his knees, dragging his broad hands down Law’s chest until he can grab at Law’s suffocating jeans.
“Wait, Zoro-ya…” Law tries to back away but bumps into the solid wall of the tiny room instead. A quick glance around the small space is enough for Law to come to the unfortunate conclusion that his only method of escape would be to physically step over Zoro and make a break for the door, but then Zoro is nuzzling against Law’s stomach just above the hem of his jeans and the surge of need serves as a sobering reminder that he’s got a more urgent issue to take care of.
With his long fingers twisting in Zoro’s hair, Law gathers every atom of strength he has to force Zoro off of him, which doesn’t seem to have the desired effect when Zoro answers with a loud and downright debauched moan.
Law’s barely working brain short circuits and then there’s something about “the cook” and “handsy bastards” muttered here and there before Zoro knocks Law’s loosened hands away.
In his unfortunate lapse in judgment, Zoro manages to open Law’s spotted jeans and pulls Law’s undeniably hard dick out like it’s second nature to him. An untimely glance down finds Zoro wetting his lips before diving right in, taking Law’s cock in the warmth of his inviting mouth.
The same mouth that was on Sanji’s cock literally minutes earlier.
Which is easy to forget when Zoro effortlessly takes him all the way in, and his knees buckle from the relentless jolts of pleasure lighting up his every nerve and he can’t stop himself from groaning something shameless enough to deny if anyone questions it.
If Zoro’s sturdy hands weren’t gripped tight around his quaking thighs, Law might not be standing upright at this moment and the sound of the deafening, animalistic moan torn from his throat when Zoro swallows around the sensitive head could probably be heard by anyone nearby.
In an attempt to keep himself together, Law buries his fingers tight in his own mussed up hair and pulls. But all of his efforts are thrown out the window when he peeks at Zoro through his clenched eyes because, aside from the fact he’s getting his aching dick sucked by none other than the Adonis known as Zoro, but it’s so unfair just how goddamn good he looks with something stuffing his mouth.
And just when he thought he could sit back and enjoy the show, his urgent need to piss rears its annoying ass head again and Law is nothing short of pleading with Zoro to stop.
And with Law fruitlessly counting all of his seldom lucky stars, Zoro actually listens.
Popping off Law’s cock like he wasn’t just sucking the life out of him, Zoro wipes off his sloppy, spit-covered mouth and sends Law a self-satisfied smirk. “That was fast,” he says, and Law tries not to think about how wrecked his low, rumbling voice sounds.
Because Zoro basically called him a one-minute man, which he definitely is not. It almost makes him regret not pissing Zoro’s snarky mouth full, but he has (somewhat questionable) morals to abide by for now and a new point to prove. “That’s not it,” he hisses from clenched teeth and before he can make himself presentable for escape, Zoro is already balancing himself with one hand on the opposite wall and tugging his loose pants down with the other.
“The prep work is already done, since my previous engagement sort of fell through because of you.”
Law bristles at the underlying accusation. “Tell your previous engagement to lock the door next time,” he snaps back.
Zoro glances over his shoulder with a puzzled quirk in his brow. “Getting caught…it’s kind of a thing for him.”
Which opens up a whole new set of inquiries for Law to dig into. Probably not right at this moment, considering his ongoing struggles, but he drunkenly blurts out, “So, what? He’s an exhibitioninst?”
The flat look Zoro gives him is nothing short of annoyed. “I guess that’s what you call it. I just think he’s a gross pervert.”
Law would probably find the humor in Zoro’s unamused statement and make a mental note to poke fun at Sanji’s expense later in life, but he’s currently still teetering on the dangerous edge of need fulfillment and desire.
Zoro’s impatient pout and the very obvious sheen of lube between his cheeks drives a hard bargain, but the thrum of discomfort in Law’s gut is getting harder to ignore.
That is, until Zoro utters Law’s name, his actual name, in a shaky exhale that reveals his desire runs just as deep as Law’s.
And, well, Law technically did ruin Zoro’s original hook-up plans, even if the gross pervert got off on it, so he can’t exactly blame him for being so desperate.
So he’s crowding into Zoro’s space, who braces himself against the wall, and before Law’s still inebriated brain can catch up, clumsily drags his cock along the slick mess of Zoro’s ass, and shamelessly shoves in as soon as Zoro’s body offers the slightest give, which pushes a strained groan from Zoro while Law works to bite back his own pathetic sounds.
Only when he’s all the way in does Law remember, he still has to fucking piss.
Even with Zoro so hot and tight on his cock, the prickling sensation in his pelvis is growing increasingly unbearable and overpowering any sort of pleasure Zoro’s body might have given him.
But Zoro sounds so sweet beneath him, with his shoulders rolling from deep, breathy huffs as he adjusts to Law inside him.
So, Law’s horny brain reasons that this will likely be his only chance with Zoro, before he’s fucking around with Sanji again, and if this is going to be it, then he’s going to at least fuck an orgasm out of Zoro. He doesn’t think he could ever face Zoro again if he bailed on him before that, at the bare minimum.
With slow, careful motions, Law grabs Zoro by his hips and drags his cock out to gauge exactly what he can get away with without aggravating his full bladder more than he already has. Zoro whines quiet as he does so, only stopping for a gasp of air when Law rocks back in.
If he can go at it like this, then yeah, he might be able to pull this off.
Unfortunately for him, he desperately wants to blow Zoro’s back out, especially when he notices the deep flush stretching down the length of Zoro’s neck beneath the collar of his shirt and lighting up the tips of his ears.
“Law…” Zoro whines when Law gets lost in his dilemma, and arches his broad back in an mouth-watering curve that draws Law’s appreciative gaze down from between his shoulders to where he’s clenching down on Law’s cock.
So he thinks, fuck it, because his dissipating dignity is worth far less than rocking Zoro’s world with his dick.
With his resolve finally settled, Law tightens his hold on Zoro and hauls him up on his toes so his aching cock sinks deeper and Zoro stumbles into the wall, only managing to catch himself by shoving one knee on top of a concerning stack of wobbly milk crates.
Then Law lets him have it, squeezing Zoro’s hips hard enough to bruise and slamming in with a relentless pace.
Zoro is huffing tiny sounds that are nearly drowned out by the slapping of their skin. Law wants to hear him, so he shifts his angle here and there on every thrust, trying to find Zoro’s elusive sweet spot.
With Zoro as surprisingly pliant as he has been on Law’s cock, Law doesn’t expect him to shove back, throwing his solid weight onto Law’s pelvis, and unknowingly almost ending everything right then.
Law clenches his teeth on a long-suffering groan, and halts Zoro’s motions with every ounce of strength he can muster.
“Hold on…Zoro-ya…” he hisses through his teeth. He’s so ready to burst, and not in the way he wants. He glances around for the off chance he can find anything, anything suitable to relieve himself in so he can finish up with Zoro properly, but then he’s being grabbed by the collar again by a red-faced Zoro with a pleading wrinkle in his forehead where his eyebrows are drawn together who begs him-
“Please, Law…I’m close,”
And Law can’t come up with any better way to get himself out of this, so he leans over Zoro and balances himself with his palms flat against the wall, and orders Zoro to “stay still,” when Zoro’s trembling mouth follows him in a weak attempt to kiss him.
It’s such a damn shame he can’t give Zoro everything he wants right now, especially with how tempting his mouth looks, still swollen from sucking dick and wet with spit, but Law isn’t even sober enough to dwell on how Zoro tightens on him at the demand and he needs every thread of will power he has left to keep himself from ruining it all. He hopes to all fuck he remembers that subtle detail later in life if Zoro is forgiving enough to give him a second chance.
Quickening his pace does nothing for the urgency to go, but Law’s bleary gaze is drawn to the way Zoro’s muscles roll beneath his wrinkled shirt when he arches into Law’s thrusts. A quiet fuck falls from Law’s panting mouth because Zoro is moaning so good for him and he can’t even fully appreciate it.
That, and there’s a familiar little voice nagging at the forefront of his brain to annoyingly remind him not inside, not inside, and he’s shaking with the effort of holding on just a little longer.
It’s arguably one of the hardest things he’s ever accomplished in his entire life, but once he picks up on a tiny, telling hitch in Zoro’s desperate cries, and his hole spasms along the length of Law’s cock, Law is quick to yank himself out, slap his cock with a heavy thud on Zoro’s lower back, and lets it all come rushing out.
It’s the best he’s felt all damn night by far.
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Law is ready to fucking die.
After fighting his way out of the storage room without even a glance back at Zoro after…doing that, he shoved and dodged his way through the dwindling mess of party-goers, face burning with increasing shame, until he found himself relatively alone on the back deck of the building.
He’s been slumped on the steps with his face hidden in his hands for long enough that his eyes are hurting from the pressure, but it’s nothing compared to the overwhelming weight of knowing he’ll have to face Zoro again.
He humors the possibility of Zoro being wasted enough to have no memory of it, but the drunkard knows how to handle his alcohol, so Law shoots that down pretty quickly. The worst case scenario would be Zoro telling everyone he knows and they all collectively make fun of him for the rest of his sad, miserable life.
He tightens his fingers in his bangs, but sighs because Zoro doesn’t seem the type to do that, unless it’s an accidental slip, maybe.
His last resort will be ending it all.
“Well, that was a first. Getting peed on…”
Law’s shoulders jerk when Zoro sneaks up behind him on the semi-peaceful deck. There’s a few stragglers chatting too loudly strewn around, but he was too deep in his own self-loathing to pick up on anyone approaching him, or the shift of the wood beneath him.
He doesn’t want to deal with this right now, but he’s run away once already. Zoro might actually hold a grudge against him if he does it a second time.
“Shut up, shut up,” is all he has to say as he shakes his head in his hands and his face and ears grow hot again.
Zoro takes a seat right next to him, way too uncomfortably close for someone he just pissed on after fucking him senseless in a too small storage closet.
“Did the stray have to mark his territory after seeing me with another guy?” He laughs a deep, rumbling laugh that has Law’s heart racing in his chest, and he gathers the courage to show himself just to give Zoro a tired glare.
“I said shut the hell up, Roronoa-ya.” It doesn’t slip his eye that Zoro is in a completely different outfit. He doesn’t want to think about how that must have gone down.
“So we’re back to that, huh?” Zoro huffs a short, airy laugh. “You piss on a guy and can’t even call him by his first name, Torao,” and he’s blinding Law with his smile again.
This one crinkles the skin at the corners of his eyes and if Law wasn’t currently absolutely besotted with him at the moment, he’d be leaning in to kiss it right off his adorable face.
Zoro beats him to it though, except he doesn’t kiss him, just sets his chin on Law’s shoulder and murmurs close to his ear, “Guess I have a stray who needs to be housebroken.”
The deep, rumbling purr of Zoro’s voice sends an untimely jolt of arousal straight to Law’s traitorous dick, because despite the humiliation of from earlier being thrown back at him several times in the last few minutes alone, Law is still very much interested in Zoro and finding out all the little way he can make Zoro squirm for him in bed.
The wound is still fresh though, and Law decides with an attitude like that, he’ll kill Zoro first for poking so much fun at his expense. Then he’ll off himself.
But not before redeeming himself first and nearly dehydrating himself in the process to prevent an unfortunate repeat.